[{"id":22734673,"name":"Ring the Alarm","trackName":"Ring the Alarm","artistName":"Fu‐Schnickens","albumName":"Fu‐Schnickens’ Greatest Hits","duration":230.106667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\nRing the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause\nI'm about to rip this Psalm\nWhen the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like\nBombs from Vietnam\n\n'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet\nLyrics I lick with my tongue\nAnd rhymes I nymn with my teeth\nThis lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies\n\nYou can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up\nIn these books and scrolls that I unfold\nThe knowledge I use does make me bold\nThe intelligence in my system\n\nConverts itself and becomes wisdom\nBorn in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and Calypso\nCyop is a buck 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man)\nAll MC's they do stop yes and hush\n\nAny mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\nWith these lyrical styles of such\nAnd if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\nLyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief\n\nPlease don't bite yes or thief\nC H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the same\nGive me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage\nAnd drop rhymes just the same\n\nQuote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend\nSo jack it up and pull it up operator\nWheel and come again\n'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n\nBut a wanna-be's not what I want to be\nSee the FU-Schnickens have to be\nThe true prophets free\nFree to preach FU-Schnick prophecies\n\nWe thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity\nMe, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do stun\nI'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you better run\nBecause Mr. Chip FU man a come\n\nAnd me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes\nA de hartical don\nTrue me full up a style and me wicked and wild\nWith peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb\n\nAnd capsize it in a noun\nUno better give I and I respect\nWhen this Trinidadian I come\nSing out\n\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\nPhenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three\nCome follow me\nPOC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache\nSee I'm the C the H the I the P\n\nDown with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G\nThe M the O, yes and the C\nAnd when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D\nI preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity\n\nBut wait, let me get set not to sweat\nBut to get something straight\nAll MC's come out with good styles\nAnd all of them do sound great\n\nBut ring the alarm and don't stay calm\nBecause I won't procrastinate\nThese lyrical styles that I compile\nTo preach and teach and educate me, a new jack brother\n(Who's that)\n\nWhen you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat\nOn tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct\nYes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect\nSo just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak\n\nDon't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up\nThe mic because I'll break up\nMC's limbs from limb, slim me trim\nYou see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern\n\nSo take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought\nWhich was taught to one and another\nAll slack MC's better ring the alarm\nIn other words, run for cover","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.67] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[00:10.27] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[00:15.55] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[00:20.26] Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause\n[00:21.86] I'm about to rip this Psalm\n[00:23.55] When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split 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border\n[00:54.41] 'Cause by now you should know sort of\n[00:56.83] Lyrically wise but now I despise\n[00:58.07] All youth that's out of order\n[00:59.55] Don't try to test any of the Schnickens\n[01:01.82] 'Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'\n[01:03.32] The beatin' and the lickin'\n[01:04.98] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[01:10.09] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[01:14.10] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[01:20.33] You two-facety, you can't face me\n[01:21.46] And my rhymes you'll bite and learn\n[01:23.06] Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm\n[01:25.19] Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them\n[01:27.12] That me big 'boutcha under roots and culture\n[01:29.68] And the bad bull in the pen\n[01:31.08] Because when I grip the mic\n[01:32.56] (Yes, man)\n[01:33.23] All MC's they do stop yes and hush\n[01:33.93] Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\n[01:35.74] With these lyrical styles of such\n[01:36.87] And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\n[01:38.45] Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief\n[01:40.49] Please don't bite yes or thief\n[01:41.48] C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the same\n[01:43.93] Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage\n[01:45.66] And drop rhymes just the same\n[01:46.70] Quote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend\n[01:49.17] So jack it up and pull it up operator\n[01:50.38] Wheel and come again\n[01:51.71] 'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n[01:54.17] But a wanna-be's not what I want to be\n[01:55.50] See the FU-Schnickens have to be\n[01:56.55] The true prophets free\n[01:57.94] Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies\n[01:59.15] We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity\n[02:01.67] Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do stun\n[02:03.57] I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you better run\n[02:07.14] Because Mr. Chip FU man a come\n[02:09.07] And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes\n[02:11.18] A de hartical don\n[02:12.98] True me full up a style and me wicked and wild\n[02:14.23] With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb\n[02:15.93] And capsize it in a noun\n[02:17.79] Uno better give I and I respect\n[02:19.16] When this Trinidadian I come\n[02:20.43] Sing out\n[02:23.07] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:26.42] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:29.67] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:33.91] Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three\n[02:37.87] Come follow me\n[02:38.64] POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache\n[02:41.66] See I'm the C the H the I the P\n[02:43.96] Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G\n[02:45.61] The M the O, yes and the C\n[02:47.79] And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D\n[02:50.23] I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth 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run\n[02:07.14] Because Mr. Chip FU man a come\n[02:09.07] And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes\n[02:11.18] A de hartical don\n[02:12.98] True me full up a style and me wicked and wild\n[02:14.23] With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb\n[02:15.93] And capsize it in a noun\n[02:17.79] Uno better give I and I respect\n[02:19.16] When this Trinidadian I come\n[02:20.43] Sing out\n[02:23.07] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:26.42] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:29.67] Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:33.91] Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three\n[02:37.87] Come follow me\n[02:38.64] POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache\n[02:41.66] See I'm the C the H the I the P\n[02:43.96] Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G\n[02:45.61] The M the O, yes and the C\n[02:47.79] And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D\n[02:50.23] I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity\n[02:51.92] But wait, let me get set not to sweat\n[02:53.97] But to get something straight\n[02:55.02] All MC's come out with good styles\n[02:56.63] And all of them do sound great\n[02:58.04] But ring the alarm and don't stay calm\n[02:59.13] Because I won't procrastinate\n[03:00.19] These lyrical styles that I compile\n[03:01.19] To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack brother\n[03:04.19] (Who's that)\n[03:04.86] When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat\n[03:06.96] On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct\n[03:08.93] Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect\n[03:11.74] So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak\n[03:14.44] Don't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up\n[03:16.52] The mic because I'll break up\n[03:18.37] MC's limbs from limb, slim me trim\n[03:19.98] You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern\n[03:22.40] So take 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and culture\n And the bad bull in the pen\n Because when I grip the mic\n (Yes, man)\n All MC's they do stop yes and hush\n\n Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\n With these lyrical styles of such\n And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\n Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief\n\n Please don't bite yes or thief\n C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the same\n Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage\n And drop rhymes just the same\n\n Quote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend\n So jack it up and pull it up operator\n Wheel and come again\n 'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n\n But a wanna-be's not what I want to be\n See the FU-Schnickens have to be\n The true prophets free\n Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies\n\n We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity\n Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do stun\n I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you better run\n Because Mr. Chip 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Because I won't procrastinate\n These lyrical styles that I compile\n To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack brother\n (Who's that)\n\n When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat\n On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct\n Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect\n So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak\n\n Don't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up\n The mic because I'll break up\n MC's limbs from limb, slim me trim\n You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern\n\n So take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought\n Which was taught to one and another\n All slack MC's better ring the alarm\n In other words, run for cover\n"},{"id":9339412,"name":"Ring the Alarm","trackName":"Ring the Alarm","artistName":"FU-Schnickens","albumName":"F.U.-Don't Take It Personal","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ring the 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that's swung\n\nAnd the lyrical structure in meSo all MC's don't cross this border\n'Cause by now you should know sort of\nLyrically wise but now I despise\n\nAll youth that's out of order\nDon't try to test any of the Schnickens\n'Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'\nThe beatin' and the lickin'\n\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\nYou two-facety, you can't face me\nAnd my rhymes you'll bite and learn\nSoon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm\nChip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them\n\nThat me big 'boutcha under roots and culture\nAnd the bad bull in the pen\nBecause when I grip the mic\n(Yes, man)\nAll MC's they do stop yes and hush\n\nAny mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\nWith these lyrical styles of such\nAnd if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\nLyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make 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swung\n\n And the lyrical structure in meSo all MC's don't cross this border\n 'Cause by now you should know sort of\n Lyrically wise but now I despise\n\n All youth that's out of order\n Don't try to test any of the Schnickens\n 'Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'\n The beatin' and the lickin'\n\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\n You two-facety, you can't face me\n And my rhymes you'll bite and learn\n Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm\n Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them\n\n That me big 'boutcha under roots and culture\n And the bad bull in the pen\n Because when I grip the mic\n (Yes, man)\n All MC's they do stop yes and hush\n\n Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\n With these lyrical styles of such\n And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\n Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll 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Vietnam\n\n'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet\nLyrics I lick with my tongue\nAnd rhymes I nymn with my teeth\nThis lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies\n\nYou can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up\nIn these books and scrolls that I unfold\nThe knowledge I use does make me bold\nThe intelligence in my system\n\nConverts itself and becomes wisdom\nBorn in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and Calypso\nCyop is a buck and a buck is a cyop\nThat's the real true thing and a natural fact\n\nThis lyrical man you can't hold me back\nFrom the red, the white, and also the black\nIsland, which is my land, my place of birth\nYou can tell by the tongue that's swung\n\nAnd the lyrical structure in meSo all MC's don't cross this border\n'Cause by now you should know sort of\nLyrically wise but now I despise\n\nAll youth that's out of order\nDon't try to test any of the Schnickens\n'Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'\nThe 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come again\n'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n\nBut a wanna-be's not what I want to be\nSee the FU-Schnickens have to be\nThe true prophets free\nFree to preach FU-Schnick prophecies\n\nWe thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity\nMe, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do stun\nI'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you better run\nBecause Mr. Chip FU man a come\n\nAnd me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes\nA de hartical don\nTrue me full up a style and me wicked and wild\nWith peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb\n\nAnd capsize it in a noun\nUno better give I and I respect\nWhen this Trinidadian I come\nSing out\n\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\nPhenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three\nCome follow me\nPOC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache\nSee I'm the C the H the I the P\n\nDown with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G\nThe M the O, yes and the C\nAnd when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D\nI preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity\n\nBut wait, let me get set not to sweat\nBut to get something straight\nAll MC's come out with good styles\nAnd all of them do sound great\n\nBut ring the alarm and don't stay calm\nBecause I won't procrastinate\nThese lyrical styles that I compile\nTo preach and teach and educate me, a new jack brother\n(Who's that)\n\nWhen you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat\nOn tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct\nYes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect\nSo just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak\n\nDon't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up\nThe mic because I'll break up\nMC's limbs from limb, slim me trim\nYou see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern\n\nSo take head to this lesson I bring 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operator\n Wheel and come again\n 'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n\n But a wanna-be's not what I want to be\n See the FU-Schnickens have to be\n The true prophets free\n Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies\n\n We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity\n Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do stun\n I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you better run\n Because Mr. Chip FU man a come\n\n And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes\n A de hartical don\n True me full up a style and me wicked and wild\n With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb\n\n And capsize it in a noun\n Uno better give I and I respect\n When this Trinidadian I come\n Sing out\n\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\n Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three\n Come follow me\n POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache\n See I'm the C the H the I the P\n\n Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G\n The M the O, yes and the C\n And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D\n I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity\n\n But wait, let me get set not to sweat\n But to get something straight\n All MC's come out with good styles\n And all of them do sound great\n\n But ring the alarm and don't stay calm\n Because I won't procrastinate\n These lyrical styles that I compile\n To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack brother\n (Who's that)\n\n When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat\n On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct\n Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect\n So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak\n\n Don't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up\n The mic because I'll break up\n MC's limbs from limb, slim me trim\n You see me, I don't follow no style 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aye\n[00:20.26] Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause\n[00:21.86] I'm about to rip this Psalm\n[00:23.55] When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like\n[00:24.86] Bombs from Vietnam\n[00:25.72] 'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet\n[00:26.99] Lyrics I lick with my tongue\n[00:28.73] And rhymes I nymn with my teeth\n[00:30.35] This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies\n[00:32.34] You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up\n[00:35.38] In these books and scrolls that I unfold\n[00:38.23] The knowledge I use does make me bold\n[00:39.23] The intelligence in my system\n[00:40.64] Converts itself and becomes wisdom\n[00:41.80] Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and Calypso\n[00:43.88] Cyop is a buck and a buck is a cyop\n[00:45.57] That's the real true thing and a natural fact\n[00:47.52] This lyrical man you can't hold me back\n[00:48.83] From the red, the white, and also the black\n[00:50.42] Island, 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me back\nFrom the red, the white, and also the black\nIsland, which is my land, my place of birth\nYou can tell by the tongue that's swung\n\nAnd the lyrical structure in meSo all MC's don't cross this border\n'Cause by now you should know sort of\nLyrically wise but now I despise\n\nAll youth that's out of order\nDon't try to test any of the Schnickens\n'Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'\nThe beatin' and the lickin'\n\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\nYou two-facety, you can't face me\nAnd my rhymes you'll bite and learn\nSoon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm\nChip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them\n\nThat me big 'boutcha under roots and culture\nAnd the bad bull in the pen\nBecause when I grip the mic\n(Yes, man)\nAll MC's they do stop yes and hush\n\nAny mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\nWith 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another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\n You two-facety, you can't face me\n And my rhymes you'll bite and learn\n Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm\n Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them\n\n That me big 'boutcha under roots and culture\n And the bad bull in the pen\n Because when I grip the mic\n (Yes, man)\n All MC's they do stop yes and hush\n\n Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\n With these lyrical styles of such\n And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\n Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief\n\n Please don't bite yes or thief\n C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the same\n Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage\n And drop rhymes just the same\n\n Quote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend\n So jack it up and pull it up operator\n Wheel and come again\n 'Cause 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from limb, slim me trim\n You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern\n\n So take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought\n Which was taught to one and another\n All slack MC's better ring the alarm\n In other words, run for cover\n"},{"id":37369871,"name":"Ring the alarm","trackName":"Ring the alarm","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"Oldschool Dancefloor by Xandão","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\nRing the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\nRing the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause\nI'm about to rip this Psalm\nWhen the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like\nBombs from Vietnam\n\n'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet\nLyrics I lick with my tongue\nAnd rhymes I nymn with my teeth\nThis lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies\n\nYou can tell I'm a lyrical 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my rhymes you'll bite and learn\nSoon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm\nChip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them\n\nThat me big 'boutcha under roots and culture\nAnd the bad bull in the pen\nBecause when I grip the mic\n(Yes, man)\nAll MC's they do stop yes and hush\n\nAny mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\nWith these lyrical styles of such\nAnd if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\nLyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief\n\nPlease don't bite yes or thief\nC H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the same\nGive me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage\nAnd drop rhymes just the same\n\nQuote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend\nSo jack it up and pull it up operator\nWheel and come again\n'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n\nBut a wanna-be's not what I want to be\nSee the FU-Schnickens have to be\nThe true prophets free\nFree to preach FU-Schnick prophecies\n\nWe 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culture\n[01:29.68]And the bad bull in the pen\n[01:31.08]Because when I grip the mic\n[01:32.56](Yes, man)\n[01:33.23]All MC's they do stop yes and hush\n[01:33.93]Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\n[01:35.74]With these lyrical styles of such\n[01:36.87]And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\n[01:38.45]Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief\n[01:40.49]Please don't bite yes or thief\n[01:41.48]C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the same\n[01:43.93]Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage\n[01:45.66]And drop rhymes just the same\n[01:46.70]Quote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend\n[01:49.17]So jack it up and pull it up operator\n[01:50.38]Wheel and come again\n[01:51.71]'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n[01:54.17]But a wanna-be's not what I want to be\n[01:55.50]See the FU-Schnickens have to be\n[01:56.55]The true prophets free\n[01:57.94]Free to preach FU-Schnick 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cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief\n[01:40.49]Please don't bite yes or thief\n[01:41.48]C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the same\n[01:43.93]Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage\n[01:45.66]And drop rhymes just the same\n[01:46.70]Quote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend\n[01:49.17]So jack it up and pull it up operator\n[01:50.38]Wheel and come again\n[01:51.71]'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n[01:54.17]But a wanna-be's not what I want to be\n[01:55.50]See the FU-Schnickens have to be\n[01:56.55]The true prophets free\n[01:57.94]Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies\n[01:59.15]We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity\n[02:01.67]Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do stun\n[02:03.57]I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you better run\n[02:07.14]Because Mr. Chip FU man a come\n[02:09.07]And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes\n[02:11.18]A de hartical don\n[02:12.98]True me full up a style and me wicked and wild\n[02:14.23]With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb\n[02:15.93]And capsize it in a noun\n[02:17.79]Uno better give I and I respect\n[02:19.16]When this Trinidadian I come\n[02:20.43]Sing out\n[02:23.07]Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:26.42]Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:29.67]Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n[02:33.91]Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three\n[02:37.87]Come follow me\n[02:38.64]POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache\n[02:41.66]See I'm the C the H the I the P\n[02:43.96]Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G\n[02:45.61]The M the O, yes and the C\n[02:47.79]And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D\n[02:50.23]I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity\n[02:51.92]But wait, let me get set not to sweat\n[02:53.97]But to get something straight\n[02:55.02]All MC's come out with good styles\n[02:56.63]And all of them do sound great\n[02:58.04]But ring the alarm and don't stay calm\n[02:59.13]Because I won't procrastinate\n[03:00.19]These lyrical styles that I compile\n[03:01.19]To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack brother\n[03:04.19](Who's that)\n[03:04.86]When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat\n[03:06.96]On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct\n[03:08.93]Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect\n[03:11.74]So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak\n[03:14.44]Don't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up\n[03:16.52]The mic because I'll break up\n[03:18.37]MC's limbs from limb, slim me trim\n[03:19.98]You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern\n[03:22.40]So take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought\n[03:25.04]Which was taught to one and another\n[03:26.20]All slack MC's better ring the alarm\n[03:27.27]In other words, run for 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text: ''\n start_ms: 210460\nplain: |-\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\n Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause\n I'm about to rip this Psalm\n When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like\n Bombs from Vietnam\n\n 'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet\n Lyrics I lick with my tongue\n And rhymes I nymn with my teeth\n This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West Indies\n\n You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up\n In these books and scrolls that I unfold\n The knowledge I use does make me bold\n The intelligence in my system\n\n Converts itself and becomes wisdom\n Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and Calypso\n Cyop is a buck and a buck is a cyop\n That's the real true thing and a natural fact\n\n This lyrical man you can't hold me back\n From the red, the white, and also the black\n Island, which is my land, my place of birth\n You can tell by the tongue that's swung\n\n And the lyrical structure in meSo all MC's don't cross this border\n 'Cause by now you should know sort of\n Lyrically wise but now I despise\n\n All youth that's out of order\n Don't try to test any of the Schnickens\n 'Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'\n The beatin' and the lickin'\n\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\n You two-facety, you can't face me\n And my rhymes you'll bite and learn\n Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm\n Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth them\n\n That me big 'boutcha under roots and culture\n And the bad bull in the pen\n Because when I grip the mic\n (Yes, man)\n All MC's they do stop yes and hush\n\n Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I clutch\n With these lyrical styles of such\n And if I do unleash a lyrical masterpiece\n Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief\n\n Please don't bite yes or thief\n C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the same\n Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage\n And drop rhymes just the same\n\n Quote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend\n So jack it up and pull it up operator\n Wheel and come again\n 'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and sound like wanna-be's\n\n But a wanna-be's not what I want to be\n See the FU-Schnickens have to be\n The true prophets free\n Free to preach FU-Schnick prophecies\n\n We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for unity\n Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do stun\n I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you better run\n Because Mr. Chip FU man a come\n\n And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong pion de vibes\n A de hartical don\n True me full up a style and me wicked and wild\n With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a verb\n\n And capsize it in a noun\n Uno better give I and I respect\n When this Trinidadian I come\n Sing out\n\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye\n\n Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three\n Come follow me\n POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache\n See I'm the C the H the I the P\n\n Down with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G\n The M the O, yes and the C\n And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D\n I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity\n\n But wait, let me get set not to sweat\n But to get something straight\n All MC's come out with good styles\n And all of them do sound great\n\n But ring the alarm and don't stay calm\n Because I won't procrastinate\n These lyrical styles that I compile\n To preach and teach and educate me, a new jack brother\n (Who's that)\n\n When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat\n On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct\n Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect\n So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you speak\n\n Don't step so just back up, wake up, take off the make-up\n The mic because I'll break up\n MC's limbs from limb, slim me trim\n You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no pattern\n\n So take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought\n Which was taught to one and another\n All slack MC's better ring the alarm\n In other words, run for cover\n"}]